breathe from your stomach
My boyfriend let me use this idea of his for a poem- well he told me about it because he knew I was doing NaPo and wanted to help me out with ideas. So the genius is his!
it's about a man-
a boy who loved the taste
of brass.
cool, pressed to his lips
whispering to her,
coaxing her to sing
her melody fraying his shirt collar,
rustling his hair- matting his hair.
it keeps him awake at night
feeding on his soul
eating tunnels through his heart
the bloody flavour of metal leading him
to a different instrament
one who's song he thought
would cure the rot in his stomache
and pressing the barrel to the back of his throat
the familiar taste of metal-
a comfort, not a threat.
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